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“The Great War” Part 10 – Epilogue

Epilogue Ketched’ bye surprise, Suntan, aka “PoPo the Klown,”  had to cancel mid performance his entertainments at a local kiddy birthday party.  The poor sumbitch was absolutely humiliated that his Epic plans had been thwarted by a cantankerous Volcano.  The Great Anus Volcano finely simmered down after a few days – leavin’ Nabob’s residents skeered…

By Charles R. Bucklin April 5, 2021 Off

“The Great War” Part 9

Grandaffy dressed in a pink cloak exhorted the Elf Troops to stand firm and hold thar ground. But with each fresh attack our Boys were slowly pushed back.  Meanwhile our Communications Headquarters was desperately firing telegraphs to your Toy Factory. Implorin’ ye for aerial assistance.  Now why you had decided to take Mrs Klause during…

By Charles R. Bucklin March 29, 2021 Off

“The Great War” Part 8

Finally the exhausted threesome arrived at their destination. They stood at the base of an enormous Volcano. The craggy dormant mountain towered into the cloudy heavens.  There was a big sign that read: “Great Anus of Doom Volcano.”  Visitors Welcome. Volcano Park Hours 10 am – 5 pm. Do not litter.  Hewitt Putter reached into…

By Charles R. Bucklin March 22, 2021 Off

A Shattering Experience

My Mom has a picture of me taken in 1959 which she keeps in her bedside bible. The black and white photo shows me with a large bandage on my back.  Now about that bandage… I was over at my friend, Jula’s house, one warm afternoon in Alexandria, Virginia and I thought I’d impress her…

By Charles R. Bucklin January 11, 2021 Off

Destiny

Dear Mister Klause, I always believed that an Elf’s Destiny should be decided at home. Not on some foreign soil or continent.  Still, as a patriotic tax payin’ Elf, I do believe in protectin’ my country. Hence I did participate in the Great War several hundred years ago.  Nosir, The Great War was not won…

By Charles R. Bucklin December 7, 2020 Off

Hearken the Trees

I couldn’t sleep that night.  The wind was blowing with an eerie “Woooo” sound. Even the house cat seemed unnerved by the trees whipping the apartment building like a masochistic penitent. All night long “Woooooo,” “Smack!” “Whack!” I tossed and turned. A frightened cat sat on my face. “Fer chrissakes enough already, Cat! ” I…

By Charles R. Bucklin November 30, 2020 Off

The “Old Man’s” Gift

“Hey, Dad I’m turning thirty-two this week.” “Well, that beats the Hell out of turning seventy-two.” “Aar! Ha! Ha! Ha!” The familiar laugh barked over the phone. The Old Man considered himself to be a real Card at times. “What are you doing for your Birthday, Son?” “Aww, I got nothin’ planned, Dad.” “C’mon over…

By Charles R. Bucklin November 2, 2020 Off